Of slums, pirates and vampire children.

So I fell asleep listening to the Christiane F soundtrack. And this what I dreamed. It was my 13th birthday (this is alternate world, I was really a Patera, I had a family but they weren't in the dream) and my friend was throwing me this party at this abandoned hotel where her and her friends stayed. It was this dimly lit, shabby, sad sack of a place. And there were no party decorations or cake or anything, just a bunch of opium that everyone was smoking. There were these two adults that were like a more sinister version of Patsy and Eddie from Absolutely Fabulous, and they were like den mothers to all the kids there. And there were a lot of kids, there was even one baby. So this dream basically followed my life from there, because I never after my birthday, I just stayed there for several years. No one could really leave this place even if they wanted to, but no one really wanted to because at this point most of us were addicted to the opium the den mothers provided us with. They never directly threatened us never to leave but there was an air of it. So one day I'm going through one of the more untouched rooms and discover a map of sorts, and it basically gives you instructions how to be transported to the ocean at any time. All you had to do was put some coins in your back pocket and with your hand in your pocket shake the change up and down one time. Having not smoked in a few hours, I was coming out of my opium haze and realized how bad it was there, and decided to take a chance with the ocean. So I did as instructed, and sure enough I was taken to the ocean. Just dropped right in the middle of some random body of water. I remember being angry that the instructions didn't specify where in relation to the ocean I would be taken but that soon didn't matter as a ship (A PIRATE SHIP) had spotted me and was coming to rescue me. So the captain of this ship was basically Jack Sparrow. So I spent much time on the boat blah blah blah about a month went by, Jack taught me a special way of swimming, and there was a pirate war. One time I was having a swim alongside the ship when someone yelled 'Look out!' and I looked out just in time to see another ship run me over, but it didn't kill me. Instead I was transported back home outside a supermarket and someone right near me lost their leg. So I went back to the hotel to try to collect some of my friends. So apparently things were a lot worse when I got back to the hotel. Everyone was scattered and hiding. I found my friend and asked her what happened, and she said about 12 hours ago they heard screams and strange noises coming from a couple stories up. So, because this is apparently a horror movie now, we went upstairs to investigate. There was blood on the walls and ceiling in the hallway and it was all leading to this room at the end of the hall. And I can't really remember what was there because in my dream it was actually really disturbing and scary, but basically there was a bloated dead baby that had been feeding on a live rabbit and some sort of vampire child that had tried to feed on something or someone but instead got her throat torn out. That's all.

Oh my TVC15

Sooo the store manager of BevMo apparently just walked out this morning. I wonder what they're gonna do about replacing him. This doesn't make me any more excited, cause I'm not at all, to go back to work but at least it'll make for good gossip for a bit. So I guess it's safe to say I won't become an alcoholic because I came to a realization this weekend that I really only drink when I'm happy or in some sort of good mood. While it cannot be denied that I had fun with some of my favorite people this weekend, I can't say I was happy. We got in Thursday and I felt sick after we landed, didn't get more than an hour of sleep that night. And so the tone for the weekend was set, for me at least. I've been feeling so scatterbrained lately, I know I already complain a lot but I really feel like I've just been straight up having memory issues. It's probably nothing but it is weird. Liz and Kit had to turn around after we got out on the road cause I'd forgotten my boots at the apartment. Then I thought maybe I was just being crazy and had packed them after all and worried about this until I could check my suitcase, right before I did I got a text from Allison asking if I was sure I'd forgotten them. So for a moment I was sure I'd sent them back for nothing. I don't know why, even though they were back at the apartment, this made me feel so shitty. I'd also forgotten my make up bag back home in Arizona. It was the best to see Suzy again. Odin was as always a joy to be around and made me feel the closest thing to happiness. I fully planned on getting drunk that night, I had a fun outfit and I didn't feel completely drained despite the lack of nocturnal shut-eye, but we get there and I down a vodka Red Bull and...bleh. It's loud and there's all these people and so I have a beer, hoping this will be the key to happiness. But it just feels so tasking to drink when you're not feeling like you're having the time of your life. That's when I do my best drinking. So I went home early because all of this was just depressing me more. Odin was kind enough to keep me company on the bed, even if he did get poo on it. I can't even piece together the weekend beyond that. It was just a blur of trying to enjoy myself because I was with a group of people that I don't get to see nearly enough and trying to feel like drinking so I didn't feel like I wasted my time at one of the best drinking festivals ever. Just didn't happen for me though. Things I almost left behind at the cabin: Laptop.
Things I did leave behind at the cabin: romance novel from library, my paycheck, probably something else.

And now I'm back here, Suzy-less and more pressingly dog-less. I'm trying to figure out where I want to go from here, what I want to make of my life, and the only thing I can figure out for sure right now is that I need a dog. Not want, need. Well this was a big blawwwwg, and how boring for you all, no pictures. Hm, well, here.




In case you can't tell, that is a dog in the shape of a Southern Comfort bottle. You're welcome.

So this happened...

This is monkey bread not five minutes out of the pan. Dad, Allison and I were successful at demolishing it as soon as our tongues could bare it. I think I still burned my tongue a little bit, but it's so worth it. Make this. It's simple.